As I tie on the apron, a weighty rush comes over me, as if I am suiting up armor. We have to fight to feast on the Bread. Bread making has become a recent part of my life, a symbolic practice and picture of what the past two years have been for me . . … Continue reading the small things
Father knows best
To not be needed there … because You knew I needed You here. Far more than I could have ever given - to a person, to a ministry, to a church - You pulled me away in order to receive You. You repositioned me in order to ground my feet and to stabilize my racing heart. … Continue reading Father knows best
right here
You are here, where You have always been. And if it takes the valley to know it, then in the shadows I don't mind to stay. If more of You is found by being hidden away. If the backdrop of dark illumines the light of You - Then keep me here, Lord, and please carry … Continue reading right here
sing
The low-grade ache in the pit of the stomach of feeling peripheral would never go away . . . but neither would He. God would never leave me, and He would use the soft hum of the subtle pain to cause me to run to Him . . . to hide in Him, to nestle … Continue reading sing
a pair of shoes
A pair of shoes sat in a corner, hidden and worn and wishing for yesterday. They faced the direction of where they used to run and play. The shoes were aware they were now out of place and uncertain of where they belonged. One day, a pair of Gentle Hands bent down low to pick … Continue reading a pair of shoes
drink the rain
Rain makes seeds grow. Rain makes streams flow. As dreary drops streak my window, I ache and await a rainbow Of God's promise to break through dark clouds below - To illumine His purpose, His glory to show . . . All the while, He tucks me under His wing's shadow And whispers, "There's so … Continue reading drink the rain
through the trees
This canopy of green Above the trampoline Where our toddler squeals glee And points for me to see The wonder of the tree Where the little bird sings. And the question rises in me, “Was this past year of valley A strange answer to my earnest plea To finally be free From others' opinion of … Continue reading through the trees
the Treasure that is You
Your Word is a Treasure trove of Truth - a honeycomb of sweetness, more desirable than gold glistening bright, illuminating vital light in these darkened shadowlands. **** You are the Living Water, the Fountain of Life - a shimmering pool in a desert dry, offering rivers of delight and streams of gladness that quench the … Continue reading the Treasure that is You
juxtaposed joy
The melody sounds higher when familiar with minor keys. The gentle breeze feels softer when tossed in tumultuous seas. The light of day seems brighter when well acquainted with the night. The taste of freedom sweeter when one has felt bound so tight. Thoughtful words feel far more tender when harsh ones have hurled like … Continue reading juxtaposed joy
two sets of tears // a reflection on my husband’s sermon today
Eve, we know why you're weeping. You are hiding in your shame . . . you were deceived. The garden turned into a tomb, and the curse of sin has come. Now, thorns on the ground and pain in your womb; an uncrossable chasm of death. The cool of the day is no more. Darkness … Continue reading two sets of tears // a reflection on my husband’s sermon today
an open journal 